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Dr. Drake Gilbert Mason

I'm just here to make things easier, darling.

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a character in “Caroline's Mansion”, as played by SuperNinjaRoo

Description

Name: Dr. Drake Gilbert Mason
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Description: Drake is precisely 6 foot and weighs 165 pounds. He has a lean build that suggest he doesn't do many athletic things. He isn't scrawny thoigh. He he matching dark brown hair an eyes that go perfectly with his slightly tanned skin. He has a crooked smile that reveals perfect white teeth, with a slight gap between the top front two. His curly hair is usually styled to perfection. His laugh lines give him a unique look. His always seemed elegant and composed, which he is, charismatically and socially. He is quite clumsy when it comes to physcal ability. He usually wears nice jeans, and a black v neck t shirt underneath his lab coat. On Sundays, he wears button down shirts.
Personal Summary: "Some people think I'm the crazy for living here with these people, when in reality no one is crazy at all. These people are just misunderstood by society, family, and in most cases, themselves. I'm just here to make things clear for them."
Personality: Drake is very patient and extremely kind. He would do anything to help a stranger, and his naĆÆbity usually gets the better of him. Some describe him as a push over, which his greatest downfall when it comes to helping the patients. He often has to send them to another doctor because of his trouble saying no, even when he knows he has to. With the ppatients he knows very well, it's not hard for him to sayno to them. The closer he becomes with someone, the less obligated he feels. People generally like him, it's easy for him to make friends the first time meeting someone. If sought out, patients can form a close bond with him.
History: He grew up on a small farm with his mother and two sisters. His dad died of cancer when he was 6. Hos mother never remarried because her family wasn't missing anything. Gilbert, his father was still watching over them from Heaven. His cousin Lucy had multiple personality disorder, which is what sparked his interest. Lucy had only a very mild case of it, so Drake was in for a rude awakening went he went to college. He was even more shocked when he came to Caroline's. He found himself accepting the job he was offered the first day he went to visit. That was 3 years and he has been here ever since.
Other: He plays piano and sometimes he holds equine therapy.

So begins...

Dr. Drake Gilbert Mason's Story

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Xochitle smiled at William as he sat back down with his tea. "Hans.. I'm Xochitle. This is William, he's British you know. That's near Germany isn't it? I've never been to Europe, though someday, we're going to go, aren't we?" She smiled took a bite of one of the many warm cookies on her plate. "Oh my gosh, this is so good. William try one!" She picked up a cookie and offered it to William with a grin.

"Hans, why don't you eat? You are so tiny," she asked innocently. She knew he was anorexic, but she was still curious as to what he would say. "You know one day you're going to blow away in the wind and you can't be friends with us anymore. Or William," she blinked at him, then changed he subject again. "Where is Dr. Mason? Do you know him yet, William? He works with the people who have multiple personalty disorder. Sometimes people like me, schizophrenic as they like to call us. He said he was going swimming today. I want to go swimming. Is lunch over yet?" Her words came out fast and excited. She looked around the room until her light brown eyes found who she was looking for.

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Drake had just finished eating in his own room when he walked into the dining hall where the patients were. He stopped at one table and began joking with a few of the patients. They all laughed at what he said, and when he looked up, he noticed Xochitle staring at him. He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. He casually walked over to her.

"Hello, Xochitle. How are you today?" He asked and smiled at her. "Ah, I see you have met John and," he looks to Hans, "You must be Hans." He shared a polite smile with the two men and young girl sitting there.

"Actually, Drake," with an uncomfortable look from Drake, she corrected herself, "Dr. Mason, this is William, not John. William is British. I haven't met Jenny yet. She is the other one. Have you met her?" She began biting her lip. "Are we going swimming today. I'm hot and I want to." The young girl frowned at him and took anther bite of her cookie.

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"Yes... I am German..." Hans said stiffly upon hearing William's comment. Hans was the sort of person who never could lightheartedly answer questions unless he happened to be lying; therefore, if he ever seemed at ease in a conversation, people assumed he was lying. "Great Britain... Is near Germany, yes..." He had a very curious way of speaking, often halting his sentences in the middle of saying them, as if he had to think over what he was saying. Sometimes he did actually have to think over what he was saying - considering he often lied to just about anyone and everyone who inquired about his eating habits, and tended to confuse the lies - and sometimes, his speech was just halted purely out of habit. And, sometimes, it was because he simply forgot what he was saying. But, the cause didn't really matter; and everyone just took it for granted that Hans' speech would have multiple pauses and breaks in it.

When Xochitle offered him the cookie, Hans cringed back with such an expression of horror on his face that most people would have thought he was organs or blood, or something else really nasty, not just an innocent little cookie. Quickly, he managed to regain his composure, although he still appeared to be rather frightened. "No, thank... you..." He stated quietly. Oh, how tempting it was to just take the cookie and wolf it down, along with the rest of the food at the table. How disgusting and fattening to cookie looked! He wouldn't touch it with a ten foot long pole.

You want to eat that, don't you! Go ahead, fatty. Take it, stuff yourself. Let the fat invade your body, let it hold you back from your goal. Why don't you? Come on, come on! You know you want to, chubby! Stuff yourself, turn into a bloated whale, let yourself loose. Just do it, come on!

His appetite faded away once again. Well, it didn't fade away. Hans just began to ignore it. He was too fat, he had to stay hungry. He couldn't eat, he couldn't gain weight. He was so... so bloated... so fat... so obese. He had to stay strong. He had to lose weight. He had to reach zero.

There it was once again. Zero. That fable, that myth. That ultimate goal. The one number he had to reach, the number he longed for. Every skipped meal, every avoided bite of food - or, as he thought of it, poison - every time he was strong, brought him closer to zero. He was racing towards zero, he was so close, and yet still so far away. It was a struggle, with these people who were trying to pump him full of fats, these people who had absolute no empathy for him, these people whose only goal was to chain him down to the ground, to hold him with shackles of fat. He had to stay strong, he had to try to break free. With determination, with discipline, he would make it. With emptiness, he would get to zero. As long as he stayed strong, as long as he stayed empty, he would reach zero. He just had to stay empty. If only he wasn't so hungry. If only emptiness was easy to achieve. He would stay empty. Emptiness was simple to achieve. Hunger was a thing of the past. He was beyond hunger. He did not feel it. He refused to feel hunger. Why was the hunger so strong? Why was it so difficult to ignore?

Hans stared down at his lap, one thin wrist resting on the table, his pale, slender fingers tapping out a beat. Who knew what it was? Hans certainly wasn't going to be telling anyone anytime soon. Maybe it was a song, perhaps one that had been long lost in the river of time, and was only surfacing now. Or maybe it was the faint beat of his heart, much like a butterfly's wings, so beautiful and full of life, and yet so weak, so easy to destroy. Maybe Hans was the butterfly, and he was tapping out the story of the life. Maybe one day, he might just fall, his wings torn and fluttering in the air like forgotten paintings. His broken body would sink to the ground, battered and beaten, but his soul would rise up. Maybe this is what would happen if he reached zero. Hans longed to see if that was true, so he had to reach zero. He had to.

The sudden voice startled him to the point where he almost sprang out of his skin. Hans looked up, and saw a man who was most certainly a doctor. Even if his white lab coat was ignored, it was still clear from the way that he carried himself that he was accustomed to attempting to do what he considered 'helping people'. Of course, he was delusional. He had to be, otherwise he would see that what he thought was helping was actually just hindering. All doctors were like this, at least to Hans. All of them thought they were 'helping'. Instead, they were just chaining him down further, they were just holding him back. If they actually could see clearly, maybe they would realise that. Hans had long since decided that, because of this inability to see that their 'help' was actually 'harm', it must be a requirement for doctors to be delusional.

His mind immediately began to spring to ideas. This man - whatever his name was - was probably trying to 'help' him. Hans wouldn't have it! He didn't need to be helped! He was perfectly fine as is!

Who are you kidding, calling yourself 'perfectly fine'? Of course you're not fine! You're fat, you're pudgy, you're plump, you're chubby. You certainly aren't fine, fatso!

Yes, he wasn't fine. He was fat. He was too fat. He needed to eat less; he needed to lose weight. He needed to eat more; he needed to sate this hunger.

At the mention of swimming, Hans shivered. He hated swimming. It was really a rather gruesome sport. Especially when it involved him; him being shirtless, showing off his rolls of fat to all those who were in the pool. Utterly horrifying. No matter what, no matter how hot the temperature, Hans refused to swim. Completely refused.

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Dr. Mason found Kish quickly after recieving her note. "Kish," his voice was soft and and little bit sad. He noticed she looked happy, for this moment at least. "I like your idea. I think we will have therapy outside today. You go on out there and I will make that announcement." He smiled and gave her a fleeting touch on her elbow. Drake had never been a touchy person before coming here, but he knew Kish from being here a long time. He swiftly turned and went to the front office. A three note melody came on the speakers throughout the mansion. Drake's soft, comforting voice came on the speakers. "Dr. Mason's group will have therapy on the courtyard today, then we will be going swimming if you would like to join."


((everyone in the RP is part of Drake's group for the sake of the RP. ))

Xochitle hopped up and went straight to her room. She changed into her swim suit and put a t shirt and shorts on over it. She went to Nurse Alice then. " I want ibuprofen," she pouted at her.

"Honey, does your head hurt still?" she asked and rummaged around in her drawer. She handed Xochitle two pills.

The young lady took the pills and swallowed them dry. She frowned and smacked her lips. "Next time say no, I hate sugar pills. It makes my head worse." Xochitle's voice was shaking but her grin on her face reassured Alice. As Xochitle walked away, her head began to throb for real because she made herself upset. When she walked outside tears were streaming down her face. She quickly wiped them away when she saw Drake making a circle out of chairs. He smiled at her, noticing she was upset.

"I assume you will share what's bothering you today, Xoch." the girl blinked at the use of the nick name he had given her a couple weeks ago. All she did was nod at him. With her wide eyes and hair looking a mess, this made her look slightly feral, and as much as she hated it, people often said she reminded them of a cat.

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William had made his way back to John's room to change into swimming shorts and grabbed a towel and hung it acroos his shoulders. John didn't like to swim but William found it relaxing. And since John had decided to not pop up it was William who wasn't even crazy that had to go to the group therapy, so if he had to sit around with the nutters he'd at least cool off.

'' I wonder if the Doctor will swim with us, charming man. Quite handsome too'' He mused to himself. He was Jenny's type actually but William didn't mind stealing a look at the man.

He was unsure where to go and tried to find the Doctor, only to realize he had no idea where he was. He sighed and walked down the hallway and nearly bumped into Dr. Manson as he rounded the corner.

'' Ah, sorry!'' He grunted as he took a step back.

'' But it's good that I found you Doctor! I have no idea where to go. John never told me'' He gave the doctor a warm smile and picked up the towel that he dropped when he bumped into the doctor.

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"Who wants to begin? For those of you who are new, just say why you're here, then tell us how you're doing today." Naomi looked up. She wouldn't be the one to speak, but this was a good moment to get to know some of the other patients without making unwanted contact. She could pick out the dangerous ones and know to stay away. Dr. Mason was looking pointedly at two of the guys near her. She hoped he wouldn't go for her next. She knew if he asked her directly she'd have to speak. Introduce herself to the other patients and other such nonsense. It wasn't that she didn't want to be friends, after all her chances of ever leaving this place were nonexistent. She'd probably be spending the rest of her life with these people.Naomi shuddered at the thought of spending all those lonely years. Maybe making some friends wasn't such a bad plan after all.

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Luca quickly sank down his chair, he'd noticed the doctor look at William than him, there wasn't anyway he was going to get up and do this crap first. He hated being there in the first place, sharing things with others about how their feeling , what total shit. The man was relieve in that moment once Kish decided she was going to start it, it was always nice when someone else would. Luca sat in his chair and listened tot he girl ramble on about why she was ther andhow she was today, happy to hear that he day was going well.

Luca raised an eyebrow at the girl once she'd finished, somewhat confused how why she'd looked over at him in the first place. Yet, now that she was done, someone else was going to have to get up and talk, of course he wasn't going to be the next one. A sigh of relief came over him yet again, Drake was already suggesting to someone else to go. He glanced over towards this, Naomi, waiting to see if she'd actually go next.

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"Naomi, what about you darling? Would you care to tell us about yourself?"
Naomi sighed Well...so much for that It seemed she'd been spotted after all. Maybe it was time she said something though....
She straightened up slightly and cleared her throat. "I'm Naomi, I'm only here because I got caught one too many times with things that weren't exactly mine. Stealing they call it, I prefer unnecessary borrowing. I've been here for three days. My previous doctors were certain that I'm loony and so here I am." She looked away a little sullen. She didn't want to talk to Dr. Mason. It's not like how she felt today would really make any difference in the end. It wouldn't give her more freedom. It wouldn't make her any friends. Most importantly, it wouldn't get her out of this stupid place. She could see the guy with the ponytail watching her out of the corner of her eye. What could he possibly want?

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Character Portrait: Dr. Drake Gilbert Mason Character Portrait: Rebecca Burns Character Portrait: Xochitle Cortez Character Portrait: Luca DiMarco
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Naomi was surprised when Dr. Mason didn't probe for further information. She appreciated it thought, a little privacy was just what she needed. Derrick came, bringing Rebecca with him. Naomi watched the exchange between Xochitle and Rebecca for a few moments before turning away in disgust. How someone could say such cruel things so easily. Rebecca was obviously upset...Maybe I'll talk to her later...in out room Dr Mason spoke again and Naomi shifted her attention to the man next to her. In her mind, he'd just been given a name, Luca. He was the one who'd been watching her before. Naomi hoped he spoke so she could place him on a crazy level. That is, rank his crazy as compared to the others. She fingered the shapes in her pocket softly, she could hardly wait to see what they were. Maybe she'd share them with someone else if they proved worthy. Sharing hard to obtain things always made friends....

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William had watched the whole therapy thing with little interest. The fact that he was the one sitting here and listening to the madmen instead of John who was actually the sick one annoyed him. The most interesting part was the new doctor. British like William and looked friendly. Well so did Xochitle but her insults at the straightjacket girl proved him to be wrong about that. He was a little surprised Dr. Mason hadn't asked himto go up and talk about himself, who knows maybe he realized that William wasn't the sick one.

He smiled to himself as he watched the others make their way to the pool. Maybe he should go for a swim too? Yes swimming would be nice, but first he wanted to speak to a fellow country man. His eyes moved to the late doctor who conversed with Dr. Mason and smiled. William glanced at the water one more time before getting up from the chair and approach the young british doctor and Dr. Mason.

'' Good day Doctor or Doctors...'' He turned his attention to the new one after giving Dr. Mason a warm smile and nod.

'' I'm sorry I never got your name. I'm William Baker and I'm not really sick I'm just here to help my sick friend John through this hard time. Now I'm rambling. '' He laughed and offered the doctor his hand slowly so he didn't think he was a lunatic going for a throat grab or something silly like that.

It was important for William to make friends here. Then he could introduce them to John more quickly, then John would become better. Thus could John, Jenny and himself live in peace. Perhaps in England? Or maybe Miami. William liked Miami.

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After therapy ended everyone dispersed. Naomi sat still for a second unsure of what to do next. She observed the people around her. The new doctor kept checking his pockets. WhatĀ“s he hiding? She'd have to find out. She'd gotten so god at pick-pocketing over the years it would probably take him a while to notice anything was missing. Dr. Mason was talking to the new doctor...Dr Stetson. Naomi smiled her most charming smile as she approached them. The MPD patient was standing talking to them. Good, he'd make a nice distraction.'' Good day Doctor or Doctors... I'm sorry I never got your name. I'm William Baker and I'm not really sick I'm just here to help my sick friend John through this hard time. Now I'm rambling. '' She stood between Dr. Stetson and Dr. Mason, so only the other patient could she what she was doing. They were both focused on what he was saying. She bumped lightly into Dr. Stetson and her hand quickly slipped in his pocket and grabbed a handful of tiny objects. She stuffed them quickly into her own pocket and feigned interest in the conversation. She noticed the other patient's eyes on her and gave him a daring grin. You gonna stop me? She quickly slipped away from the small group and went inside. She had to find a place to find her exploits, but she knew they'd search her room first once they started noticing missing objects. She went to her room and pulled the pillowcase off her pillow. She took a little needle and thread she'd swiped from a nurse on the first day and sewed a small compartment inside the pillowcase. There. Perfect. She took the small objects from her pocket and examined them. Pills? A few of them she could recognize as she took them herself,but the rest were a mystery. She slipped them into the small compartment and sewed shut, placing the pillow back inside the pillowcase. She took a towel from her bed. The perfect excuse as to why she had been up here. What exactly stumbled upon with all these pills?

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Desmond nodded at Dr.Masons words ā€œYesā€¦Yes I know, Some of the patients in the south Wing they just wonā€™t listen to me, and itā€™s worse here you knowā€¦A few of them have been here for five years or more and Iā€™ve just started this job Iā€¦ā€ Now he was rambling and mumbling almost inaudibly, the stress of this place was really getting to him, even there in the clear air by the swimming pool, it felt as if Carolineā€™s antiquated walls were closing in on The Young Doctor. He couldnā€™t even sleep at night, or stay awake during his late shifts, thatā€™s why heā€™d taken to nicking the pillsā€¦It wasnā€™t as if he were some sort of addict, he simply needed to stay up, it was for the good of his own patients that he didnā€™t fall asleep during workā€¦Right?

When a patient he did not recognize, walked up to Desmond saying he was only there to visit, he wasnā€™t sure what to think, not knowing if Carolineā€™s allowed that sort of thing. When John or rather William offered his hand Dr.Stetson shook it with his own with small smile ā€œAh, Well hello there, itā€™s a pleasure to meet you, Iā€™m Doctor Stetson. You sound like youā€™re a Londoner or perhaps a fellow Gloucester man such as myself?ā€ the accent although British like his own, was very hard to place.
Desmond looked over at Dr.Mason with a questioning furrow in his brow, was this simply a sick patient lying or did the asylum authorize visitors like that?

At this point Dr Stetson was feeling very nervous and confused, and thinking Naomi had simply bumped when she pickpocketed his pills, the recent Oxford graduate shyed away, stepping back and almost bumping into Drake ā€œOh! Ahā€¦Pardon me.ā€ He might of added more to this but he did not even know the girls name and before he could finish checking his charts to see if it might be there she was gone.

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Desmond nodded with a mixture of embarrassment and solemnity, he figured the man was a patient but didn't know he was simply talking to one of his many personalities. Dr. Stetson chided himself inwardly, he should have seen the signs of MPD in John.


The girl was a kleptomaniac? What had she taken?! He felt the pockets of his black slacks discreetlyā€¦Shit! It was the pills! Desmond's heart leapt in his chest and his palms became cold and clammy. What was he going to do now? What if the girl had already turned him in? what if they were already doing the paperwork necessary to fire him?! He'd lose the job he'd just started atā€¦If he lost the job he wouldn't have a working visaā€¦if he didn't have a working visa he'd be deported to England in disgrace!

The bashful new Doctor stood frozen in place for a moment and then nodded feverishly "Yes! I--! Erm..I have to leave now!" He turned on his heels and started towards the house, almost running, his green eyes looked ready to tear up. Desmond had a way of overreacting to most everything and now he was searching The North Wing for Naomi.

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William didn't have time to make a comment about where he was from or the fact that he ''shared'' a body for the time being with John and Jenny before the almost panic-stricken Doctor hurried away, leaving him with only Dr. Mason. Which he in fact didn't mind. He liked him, he was nice and respected that John needed his sleep. He turned to Dr. Mason.

'' Perhaps.. After dinner there will be therapy won't it? I could ask John to come to that meeting. I'm sure he could manage that.'' He said and his eyes wandered away from the doctor to the pool. Was it even worth jumping in? He had lost the lust to swim while he talked to the two doctors and that nasty girl who had given him a, what he would call a: I'm a stuck up brat what are you going to about it? look. He didn't like here, even though they hadn't spoken with each other. The fact that she had her hand in the british doctors pocket was also a thing that made him distaste her. These good people tried to help sick people like her, they need to be shown respect. He shrug and spoke to the doctor with his eyes still on the pool.

'' John is just so tired... Very tired.. It is a shame. But if he can't come would Miss Jenny do? I'm sure she wouldn't mind going to therapy, she is also sick. Not as John though'' His voice was filled with sorrow, very real sorrow. He seemed to believe that he was in fact a real being and so was the others. His family...

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Xochitle laughed at Kish when she splashed her and hid underwater. When she finally quit playing games and came above water after what seemed like forever, she was close to Kish, and she screamed in her ear. "Kish!" Xoch, snapped at her, ready to tell her to shut up, but when she saw the horror on Kish's face she knew something was wrong. It must be her paranoia The girl thought. Then she heard Kish whisper, but she couldn't make out her words. Something about getting her out of hell. Finally after a long moment, Xochitle yelled for Derrick. "Derrick! Derrick get her out of the god damn pool!" Xochitle scream and reached out for Kish. Derrick reacted immediately and gingerly picked up Kish and set her on his towel, which was laying out on the concrete.

"Kish, Kish focus on me." He said, trying to pull her out of her memory. Xochitle had knelt down beside her roommate. Her face was clear of emotion, but her heart was racing. She wanted Kish to be okay.

"Kish..." she said, her voice was flat, and her face was still slate clean, but she did care.

Dr. Mason smiled at William. "It would be wonderful if John could join us, but I am interested in meeting Jenny as well. What about Mikkael? You seemed to get very upset when I mentioned him before. Are there some hard feelings between the two of you?" Drake asked. Of course, Mikkael was the one convicted of the terrible crimes, and he knew William, although just a character, was in his right mind, and anyone in their right mind wouldn't like Mikkael. Maybe William was created to protect John, that's what it was seeming like to Drake.


Carly was walking by when she saw Dr. Wilde. He must be the knew doctor. she thought and walked over to him. "Hi, I'm Carly. You must be the new doctor.. Wilder, was it?" she asked, getting his name wrong. She stuck out her hand to shake his.

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William froze as Dr. Mason mentioned Mikkael. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists, taking several deep breaths before slowly opening his eyes again. He gave the doctor a weak smile and seemed to slowly but surely relax more.

'' I will never let Mikkael out when there is people around he can hurt? Do you understand that Dr. Mason? He is not like us..'' He said with a bitter tone. He seemed very determined about this, he would probably never ''allow'' them to see Mikkael as long as he's in charge. He sighed and looked up into the sky.

'' I can promise.. That you will meet John after dinner. But you have to promise not to push about Mikkael.. He is too dangerous'' He mumbled as he pulled a hand through his hair and looked back at Dr. Mason. He wanted to see Dr. Mason as friend but he knew that Dr. Mason would in the end be nothing more then a doctor who wanted to turn John's head inside out and bring forth his most horrible thoughts and demons.. and Mikkael.

But if William made John talk to him later today then perhaps Dr. Mason would forget about Mikkael for the time being. He hoped John would be happier today, he said it was bad here but William didn't mind it. John was so negative about this. Perhaps William and Jenny could cheer him up later. The thought made him smile as he gazed into nowhere, forgetting about the doctor.

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"Oh anytime, Wilder." Carly said and smiled at him.

"Yes sir," Caleb said. He was very respectful and he was getting a little nervous now. He knew he couldn't call Timothy by his first name. He'd stick to Mr. Wilde. "I have to go now though. Nice to meet you Mr. Wilde. Carls, I'll see you later." Caleb sauntered off, with his long graceful strides, then he rounded a corner and disappeared.

"Well, I have been here a while. Let's see, I'm 34.. I got here 2 years before Caleb first arrived.." She was talking out loud to herself, knowing Wilde would have no idea what she was talking about. She tapped her finger to her nose a few times, a bad habit of hers that she does when she is thinking. "I got my job when I was 26, so eight years now. Wow, it's been so long. I love it though. I hope you do too," She smiled at him again.


"I'm-- I'm sorry, William, I didn't mean to upset you," Drake said and began getting nervous. "I would hope I wouldn't have to make these kinds of deals with you." He trailed off then tried to gain his confidence. "William, i hope you understand that in order for your friend, John that is, to get better, I must meet Mikkael. I need to know why he was crea--" He cut himself off. "Why he is here. I need to know why he is with John. Trust me, he can't hurt anyone here. We know what he has done, and we aren't going to let it happen again." Drake's words were confident, but his voice was shaking slightly. He felt so uncomfortable speaking to William this way.

"If Mikkael is kept hidden, under the surface, there very well may be the chance that he will take over John. Completely." Drake said. His voice wasn't shaking anymore. It was dark and low. He needed William to understand this. "I want Mikkael gone, just as much as you do. And for that to happen, I need to meet him." His voice wasn't as grim, but his eyes were still set on William, he wasn't being rude, he just needed William to understand.

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William seemed to slowly relax more and more as Dr. Mason spoke. He couldn't place his feelings about the doctor and it made him nervous.

'' You will have to talk with John about that then.. Now if you'll execuse me I'm going to head inside Dr. Mason '' He gave the doctor a forced smile and started to walk away back to the mansion. He didn't feel like being outside no more, he wanted to get some sleep now. He made his way down the hall in only shorts paying no mind to the people around him.

He reached his room which he shared with someone but he wasn't sure on exactly who it was. He would have to ask John about it later. After a deep breath he sat down on the bed and looked around. It wasn't too bad, at least the walls weren't soft like in the movies when a person was thrown into one of them ''cells''. He laughed to himself as he laid down on the bed. If he could get some rest before he was dragged away somewhere else to ''talk'' with the doctors.

Slowly he felt himself dozing off, glad that John would be the one to do the talking for a while. Yes.. Good.. With a big yawn he fell asleep.

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"Alright William. I will see you sometime later then, if I am meeting John or Jenny tonight." Drake smiled and watched as William walked away. This was the hard part of his job, and his specialty. Some of the personalities were decent. It's a shame they all have to go.

Carly walked opened a door with her key and made her way into the front offices, behind the front desk, she held the door for Timothy. "Alice, Kristen, this is Timothy Wilde, the new doctor here. I already took him on a tour, so we're just hanging out until electives." Kristen was a short, blonde plump woman who had a kind face and baby blue eyes. She looked to be around 30. She was the one sitting at the front desk. Alice, came from a room next to it, that had a window to the main hallway. She was taller than Kristen, but not by much. She had her brown and grey hair in a braid down her back, and her glasses were falling down her nose. She looked to be in her mid to late 50's.

"Hi Timothy, my name is Alice. I am in charge of the essential first aid, like cuts and bruises and things, and I also am in charge of all medications, even for you doctors." she shook his hand with a firm grip. "So, I'm a good person to know." She winked at him, then returned to her office.

"Hello, Mr. Wilde. I am Kristen. I just run the front desk." She said sweetly, with her sugary voice. "I welcome the visitors, and the patients. And usually the new doctors, but Carly beat me to it." She smiled at each of them, then the phone began to ring and she hurried over to answer it. "Hello, Caroline's Asylum for the Mentally Ill, this is Kristen, how may i help you today?" She turned and covered the bottom part of the phone with her hand, and mouthed an apology to Timothy. "No, I'm sorry we don't allow phone calls to patients at this time. If you want, I can pass on the message to him, and he will call you when we have phone hours -- Hello? Excuse me, Ma'am?" She frowned and hung up the phone. "That's strange."

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"No, no. Just an angry spouse, that's all." Kristen smiled, she didn't seem phased by the call. "She calls a lot. Anyway." she smiled at Timothy and watched as Carly searched in the mini fridge, cleverly camouflaged as a file cabinet. She grabbed a coke from the fridge, and poured it into a cup. She then grabbed a water bottle and poured a little bit of it into the coke. She screwed on the cap, and hid it in the back again. it wasn't filled with water. She took a sip of her drink and sighed. She was ready for this day to be over.




((OKAY!! For the sake of some characters, and moving things along, we are fast forwarding to group time. Straight after that we are skipping to lights out so it will be the next day. Time will flow normally after that, unless someone requests differently :) ))

Drake made his way to a big room with a piano and several nice couches in it. There were some shelves with games and tables that had other games on them. It was group time, and the patients would get to share the "high" (best ) part of their day. Also, they would get to plan field trips, and socialize. Group time was very popular with most patients, because it's not required to talk. Some didn't like it though.

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After Naomi had parted ways with Dr.Stetson, he made her way to the recreation room. Group time would be starting soon. She hadn't yet volunteered to talk but that didn't mean she never would. This whole St.Caroline's thing took some getting used to. She poked her head in the door and found she was alone with Dr. Mason. Great. He was bound to ask what she'd stolen, but she was determined to keep Dr. Stetson's secret. She gave Dr. Mason what she hoped came across as a shy smile "Hello..." Her eyes wandered the room and finally fell upon the piano. Oh how she'd missed playing the piano. She quietly made her way to it and sat down. She plucked out a few chords. Maybe she could squeeze in a few minutes of playing before everyone else arrived. She hoped it wasn't against the rules. She was playing a simple tune when she noticed Dr.Mason was still there. She suddenly felt embarrassed and stopped playing. "I..ah sorry" She said making her way to one of the couches and sitting down.